night scrawlings
It was a cold night in a cold town that ought to have been warm, and a whool coat wasn't cutting it.
A cold wind was ruffling her already messy hair. the rain wasn't helping either.
Hardly a night and day had gone by without rain in the last month. An Anomoly for the big smoke, and for the first time in her life, she wanted the sun.
Or rather, she wanted to be dry for at least a day.
But also, like every other night it had rained while she walked home from her empty job, she enjoyed the rain. Nothing else seemed to make sense to her other than the rain. Her world was dying, why not let it weep?
She certainly had.
An unsettling and mysterious certainty had filled her, and she was not the kind of person to have such revelations: She was right. She had always known, always thought in the back of her mind, and for some reason, she felt conclusion. Why, she didn't know. Nothing had brought on this sudden conformation, Nothing had provoked the bitterness (yet ease) that followed it.
It was a simple feeling. No longer a desperate hope, but a simple "It is done."
He had left. he had taken the first flight and left the province, and by now was probably stoned in a city with a backdrop of mountains and glaciers, the very sight that made her weep as a child.
He was gone. Moved into a dream she used to have, and like dreams, was gone by the time she awoke.
and she was awake.
In walking through the tears of the world, she awoke for the first time to the nature of life.
It was another thing she had always known about, but Tonight she finally felt what it truly meant.
Nothing.
There was no longer meaning in the world she walked through.
And when she gets home, she will take her coat off, make small chat with her room mate, go to her room, and instead of cry, cut the part out of her that tugs at the corners of heart and eyes, put it on her night stand, and go to sleep listening to the radio.
She would continue, unchanged.
For while his leaving had been sudden, she had known it was coming, and for once in her life, had prepared.
It is done, she thought, her eyes finally taking the weight off her shoulders, thus freeing her headache.
And now, I am alone. And now, I am free, and I can be myself again, whoever that may be
A cold wind was ruffling her already messy hair. the rain wasn't helping either.
Hardly a night and day had gone by without rain in the last month. An Anomoly for the big smoke, and for the first time in her life, she wanted the sun.
Or rather, she wanted to be dry for at least a day.
But also, like every other night it had rained while she walked home from her empty job, she enjoyed the rain. Nothing else seemed to make sense to her other than the rain. Her world was dying, why not let it weep?
She certainly had.
An unsettling and mysterious certainty had filled her, and she was not the kind of person to have such revelations: She was right. She had always known, always thought in the back of her mind, and for some reason, she felt conclusion. Why, she didn't know. Nothing had brought on this sudden conformation, Nothing had provoked the bitterness (yet ease) that followed it.
It was a simple feeling. No longer a desperate hope, but a simple "It is done."
He had left. he had taken the first flight and left the province, and by now was probably stoned in a city with a backdrop of mountains and glaciers, the very sight that made her weep as a child.
He was gone. Moved into a dream she used to have, and like dreams, was gone by the time she awoke.
and she was awake.
In walking through the tears of the world, she awoke for the first time to the nature of life.
It was another thing she had always known about, but Tonight she finally felt what it truly meant.
Nothing.
There was no longer meaning in the world she walked through.
And when she gets home, she will take her coat off, make small chat with her room mate, go to her room, and instead of cry, cut the part out of her that tugs at the corners of heart and eyes, put it on her night stand, and go to sleep listening to the radio.
She would continue, unchanged.
For while his leaving had been sudden, she had known it was coming, and for once in her life, had prepared.
It is done, she thought, her eyes finally taking the weight off her shoulders, thus freeing her headache.
And now, I am alone. And now, I am free, and I can be myself again, whoever that may be
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